Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

"I have my own size." The white-browed monk raised his hand and gestured, so that they don't have to say much.

Feng Jiu looked at him and asked: "I don't know what I want to do for you?"

"Oh, this is not anxious, let's talk after you get Jinlian!" said the white-browed monk.

A ringmaster at the side sat quietly, looking at Feng Jiu with his hands together. For the white-browed monk, he did not have a look of surprise from beginning to end, as if he had known so.

"The donor, you look up at the Buddha's eyes." The white-browed monk said, still the kindness of the kindness.

Feng Jiuyi looked up and looked at the big Buddha in the temple. When Qing Qing’s eyes on the big Buddha, her heart shook, and it seemed to pass through the world without sight.

"The ancient Jinlian, just there, the donor to find it!" said the white-browed monk, raising his hand and seeing a ray of light, and Feng Jiu, who was sitting on the futon on his knees, disappeared into the hall.

"master?"

Lenghua Weiwei, looked around, could not help but looked up at the Buddha's eye, but only felt the eyes swayed, the whole person fainted.

Looking at the faint cold, the white-browed monk said to the monks on both sides: "Send the donor to rest!"

"Yes." The eight monks on both sides should have a voice, and they fell down and gave up the coldness and took it to the disciples.

After they left, the master of the ring asked: "Is the Buddha planning to give the ancient Jinlian the female donor?"

The white-browed monk smiled and said: "You and I know that she is very human. I am compassionate. If she really needs to use my holy things, why not give her?"

He laughed with a loud voice and whispered his hands together: "Amitabha, just don't know if she can get the ancient golden lotus..."

The monk of the monk also whispered and put his hands together to drop his eyebrows.

At the same time, Feng Jiu only felt a reverse of the moment, the scene in front of him changed, and when he was calming down, he was already in a place full of blood.

She looked around in a circle, seeing the surrounding woods, the body was not seen on the ground, but the blood splashed, the **** smell filled, faint, there was a burst of mourning and screams in the forest.

"I still have my life... I am still coming..."

"Feng Jiu, Feng Jiu... Come down with us..."

The voice was like a ghost, and it echoed in her ear. She frowned and saw that the scene in front of her eyes was changed. The original woods became dark, and the gust of wind screamed in the forest. Blowing, it is creepy.

Looking at this changing scene, Feng Jiu Mei was slightly condensed. What is it inside? How could she appear here? Why is there such a **** place in Buddhism?

The bells on the waist swayed and made a burst of crisp snoring. She gathered her mind and walked forward. The ghost around her screamed around and seemed to be waiting for the opportunity.

She glanced at her cold eyes, and when she was about to regain her gaze, she saw a ghostly appearance like a monk who had died in her hands before.

She was shocked and secretly said: This is not the land of Buddhism, is it her own fantasy memory? No, no, if it is a fantasy memory, these people should not appear.

She licked her lips and walked forward. Suddenly, a few black shadows rushed toward her with a crying cry. Her eyebrows were twisted, and a cold light was passed through her eyes. The hand was raised, and an attack came out. The flame was fierce. The airflow instantly makes those shadows disappear.